**MILA'S POV**
"You're home early," Kira says when I walk through the door. She's sprawled on the couch in her chef's whites, wine in one hand, phone in the other. "I thought you were at the arena."
"Practice ended early. Jax had a sponsor meeting."
"Jax." She wiggles her eyebrows. "First-name basis with the hot goalie now?"
"We've been on a first-name basis for weeks. He's my assignment."
"Uh huh." She takes a long, pointed sip of wine.
"Your mom called," she adds. "Said she's dropping off boxes from her storage unit. Sounded excited about it."
A cold dread trickles down my spine.
The doorbell rings before I can respond. I cross the apartment and pull it open to find my mom on the doorstep, leopard-print coat flashing under the hallway light, a cardboard box propped against her ch
